Bad Hangover

Bad Hangover

light falls down

and your skull

like a bitten olive. do you want to know

what the real

fear is? fear

is waking up

as your bed being is wheeled

to the MRI

by parisian doctors; not knowing

what you should ask

or even the language

in which

Diarmuid ó Maolalaí

A little about myself; I'm a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. I have been writing poetry and short fiction for the past eight or nine years with some success. My writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange Bounce and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne's Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet, by whom I was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I also recently published a short collection with Encircle Publications entitled 'Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden'. 

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